Friday, February 15, 2013

The Time Grant Got Mad

He’s been having a temper tantrum for the better part of an
hour.Why, you ask?Well, isn’t it obvious?I gave him his snack in the wrong color
bowl.I’m a horrible bitch of a mother
like that sometimes.

When I handed him the green bowl he looked shocked.He couldn’t believe what was happening:

“What the...I’m sorry…what the HELL is this?Did you just attempt to feed me puffs out of
a GREEN bowl? Are you freaking serious? I wanted the blue bowl.I can’t eat puffs out of this bowl.What is wrong with you? Are your three-year-old
mind reading powers in the shop?This is
unacceptable.”

So, like I said, he’s so pissed off.

The thing about Grant, however, is that he’s no good at
being angry.He just doesn’t have it in
him.

When Carter has a temper tantrum people in the next state
are aware that something is bothering him.When Grant has one people in the same house as him sometimes miss it.

This morning was a prime example of the most ineffective
temper tantrum in the world.

When he saw the green bowl (which was his favorite color
yesterday, by the way) he pushed it away, made an angry face and yelled at me
to get the blue bowl.The blue bowl was
clean and he could have had it, but I have a really strict rule in this house
that if you’re being a little shithead you don’t get what you want.So I told him green bowl or nothing.

Well…that did not go over well.He walked into the kitchen and gently pushed
a chair.Twice!Then he walked by a dish towel hanging on the
cabinet and knocked it to the floor.

The whole time he was RAVAGING the kitchen he was making
little pouty noises and frowning.

Does this kid look mad or WHAT!!﻿

You might think that’s bad enough but it doesn’t stop
there.Know what he said to me?I hope you’re sitting down.He said “I’m gonna put clean dishes in the
dirty side of the sink!”

Do you believe the mouth on that kid?

After a few minutes of pouting around the kitchen he took
his sorry self into the playroom…where he spotted a cool truck that he
likes.He must have gotten distracted
because he stopped frowning and started playing.I was hoping the destruction was over and that
I could put the house back together but after a few minutes he looked up and
saw me and thought “Oh wait, I’m still mad at her.”

So the tantrum resumed.

This time he totally meant business.He brushed past me…I guess it could have been
considered a push…and in his angriest, meanest voice announced:

“I’m not eating ANY PUFFS out of that bowl!”

My God!You’re
not?But if you don’t eat these puffs
you’ll probably DIE OF STARVATION!What
kind of a mother would I be if I let my child refuse to eat puffs?Something must be done.

I went and got the blue bowl.I filled it with puffs.I put it on the floor and let the dogs eat
out of it.

Well that was the final straw.This shit just got real.

“Mom!I’m gonna shoot
you out of a muffler!”

He’s going to shoot me out of a muffler.That’s the worst punishment he could come up
with.

This earth shattering temper tantrum started at 9am.It’s now 10:30am and he just came up to me
and hugged me.

4 comments:

Have I told you lately that I love you? Seriously, I had tears in my eyes reading this (the laughing variety, in case that wasn't clear). Babe (also 3) has an issue with the color and/or pattern on her fine china (aka plastic shit that's ruined from the dishwasher). Babe and I have a standard routine for this scenario. When she refuses something in the bowl/cup/plate I give her I say "Ok, then you don't have to have anything." and then I take it away and put it on the counter. This sparks the crying/whining/mommy-you-are-the-worst-of-all-humans thing (although my sweet child would NEVER tell me she's going to shoot me out of a muffler. I mean, my God, she does have SOME decency!!). When she's done (I don't interrupt her while she throws her fit, I ignore her completely and it annoys the shit out of her...hence why I find it so easy to do) I ask her if she wants the original bowl/cup/plate and she says yes and then she goes off and eats her little heart out. It works for us.

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